[Verse 1]
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Dolce crop top, my play clothes now
Those Céline wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down
Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to bambi style
Light my wrist up, like zing-BLAOW
Vamp me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow
Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supple—the a** so round
Trust, there's no trouble, it can go down
Bust your b**h bubble, where's my crown
Banks, flame hot, Rapunxel style
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the b**h know now
It's the one, miss, the kunt is out
Flip the scripts, so your b**h out styled
Did that first, but your b**h so now
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the b**h know now
If she ain't know, the b**h know now
[Hook 1]
Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her
Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now, now, now
[Verse 2]
In that, you been did that, you been with that, you been-been that, b**h
But they all forget you when I spin this sh**
Better dance for this and get your skin wet, b**h
Its the Champ to sip, the cinnamon, young hip
Making plans to get your little bammer's dick
If she ain't legit you better send that witch
If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip
Better quit that envy, get that, get that benji
b**h, you know you never looking pretty princey
Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey
b**hes on the cover look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe
But these b**hes always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these b**hes can't breathe
[Hook 2]
All them hoes, all them hater
All them hoochies, all them players
All them rolls and escalades
All them roses, all them flavors
2x
[Bridge]
Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad b**h
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, bet ya man wish you look like this
The men that rich, the rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance for me
[X2]
[Outro]
Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom a** b**hes with these raggedy a** shoes
I see you, b**h. With your Pell Grant refund, I see you coming out of NYU
Spitting that refund check, getting fly rainbows and sh**
Tryna' come out of Forever 21 stunting on me
Don't want to share none of your “whole foods” and sh**
I see you, motherf**er. Let me get some of that kombucha drink, b**h
Let me get some...sh**. I want some. I want some
You stepped it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotle—f** outta here!
f** outta here. So what, you know where the dumpling spot at. You still a hoodrat b**h
And you tryna' stunt on me. Yeah, you out the hood. And yeah yeah yeah, so what
You out the hood now, I feel you. I feel you
They got government grants and sh** like that that get you outta here
“Equal opportunity education” programs and sh** that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever, somewhere, studying some sh** about political science
And you tryna' do your sh** on the side. And you downtown just closing. You all that. You having a good time
But when I see you, b**h, just light me up
You know it's me! Light me up. When I ask you, just light me up
You know me. Don't front now. Don't front now
Oh, yeah, “I don't smoke blunts no more. I don't smoke no blunts no more. Bamboo now.”
You got on some white boys, I feel you! And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through
We don't drink Henney no more? Oh, nah, you don't drink Henney, white wine. Wahahahah. White wine, b**h, okay
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